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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.