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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.