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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.