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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Cure,
JFA,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.