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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.