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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.