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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.