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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.