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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.