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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Television,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.