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 Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.