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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.