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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.