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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Television,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.