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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.