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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.