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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Crime,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.