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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.