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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.