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 France and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.