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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.