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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.