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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.