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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.