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 France and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.