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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.