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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Television,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.