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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Hoover,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.