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 Israel and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.