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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.