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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.