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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.