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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.