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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.