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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Television,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Ossler,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.