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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.