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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.