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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
the Normal,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Whodini,
Scion,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.