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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.