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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.