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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
JFA,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.