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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.