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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.