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 Benin 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.