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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Index,
MC5,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.