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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.