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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.