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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.