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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.