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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.