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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.