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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.