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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.