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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Normal to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.