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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.