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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.