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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
10cc,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.