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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.