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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.