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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.