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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.