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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.