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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.