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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.