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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Television,
cv313,
The Litter,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.