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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.