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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.