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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.