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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Mars,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.