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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.