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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.