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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.