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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.