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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
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.