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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.