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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.