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 Benin 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.