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 Belize and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.