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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.