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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.