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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.