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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.