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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.