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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.