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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Mars,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.