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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
X-102,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.