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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
X-101,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.