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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.