Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.