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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.