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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.