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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.