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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.