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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.