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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.