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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.