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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Visage,
cv313,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.