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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.