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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Swans,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.