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 France and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.