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 France and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.