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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 the Human League to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.