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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.