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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
PIL,
ABC,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.