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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.