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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.