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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.