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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.