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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.