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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxy Music 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.