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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Television,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.