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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.