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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.