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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.