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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.