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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Gong,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.