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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Hoover,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.