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 Albania 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.