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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.