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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Can,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.