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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.