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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.