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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.