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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.