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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.