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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.