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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.