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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.