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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 Tehran and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.