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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
AZ,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
JFA,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.