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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.