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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.