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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Q65,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.