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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.