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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Faust,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
UT,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Nico,
Accadde A,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.