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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.