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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.