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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Can,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.