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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.