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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.