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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.