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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Monolake,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear 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.