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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.