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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.