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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.