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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.