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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.