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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.