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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.