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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.