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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Ice-T 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.