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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.