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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.