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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.