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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.