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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.