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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
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.