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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.