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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.