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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronan to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.