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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.