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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
the Association,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.