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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Nico,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.