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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.