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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.