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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.