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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
MDC,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.