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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.