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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.