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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.