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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Pagans,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.