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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Wings,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.