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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.