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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.