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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.