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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.