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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.