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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Swans,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.