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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.