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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.