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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Index,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.