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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.