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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.