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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC'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.