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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.