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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Can,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.