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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.