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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.