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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.