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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.