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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.