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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.