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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Associates 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.