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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.