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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.