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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Television,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.