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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.