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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Can,
The Motions,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.