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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
June Days,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.