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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.