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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.