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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.