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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.