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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.