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 India and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.