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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.