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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.