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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.