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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Can,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.