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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Crime,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.