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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.