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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.