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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.