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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.