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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.