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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.