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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.