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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.