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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.