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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.