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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.