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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Visage,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.