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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Jandek,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.