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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.