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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.