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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.