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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.