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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.