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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.