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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.