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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.