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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.