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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
MDC,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.