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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Fall,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.