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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
June Days,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.