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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.