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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.