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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.