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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.