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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.