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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.