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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.