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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.