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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Rekid,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
CMW,
Organ,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.