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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Swans,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.