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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Wings,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.