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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.