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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Scion,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.