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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.