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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.