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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.