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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.