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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Television,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.