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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.