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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.