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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.