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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.