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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.