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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.