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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.