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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Crime,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.