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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.