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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.