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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.