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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.