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 Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.