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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Crime,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.