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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.