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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Audionom to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.