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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.