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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.