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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.