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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.