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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.