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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
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.