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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.