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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.