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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.