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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
UT,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.