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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.