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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.