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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.