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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Normal,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Television,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.