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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Nas,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.