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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.