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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.