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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.