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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
the Association,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.