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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.