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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Little Man 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.