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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.