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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.