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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Crime,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Q65,
Pagans,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.