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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.