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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.