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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.