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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.