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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Television,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.