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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.