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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Wings,
Shoche,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.