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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.