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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Roxette,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.