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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.