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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.