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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Nas,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.