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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.