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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.