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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Yaz,
cv313,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.