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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.