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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.