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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.