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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Nas,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.