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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.