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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Television,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.