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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.