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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.