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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.