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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.