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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.