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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Move,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Magma,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.