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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.