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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.