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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.