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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
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the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Index,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.