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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Skarface,
Cameo,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.