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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.