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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.