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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.