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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.