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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.