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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.