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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.