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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.