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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.