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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 808 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.