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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 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 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.