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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
X-102,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Index,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.