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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.