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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
UT,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Index,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.