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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.