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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Television,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.