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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.