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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.