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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.