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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.