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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Ossler,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.