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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
the Slits,
ABC,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.