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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.