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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
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.