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 Malta 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.