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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.