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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.