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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
X-101,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.