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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.