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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.