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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.