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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.