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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.