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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.