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 China and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.