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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.