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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.