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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Index to the grime 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Can,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.