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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.