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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
UT,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.