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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.