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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.