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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.