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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.