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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.