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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
June Days,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.