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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.