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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.