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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.