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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.