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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.