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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.