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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.