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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.