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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.