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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.