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 Malta and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fortunes to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.