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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.