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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.