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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Slave,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.