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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Faust,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.