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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.