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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.