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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.