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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Index,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.