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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.