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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.