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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Gong,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.