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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.