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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.