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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.