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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.