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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Television,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.