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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Martian,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.