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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.