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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.