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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.