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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.