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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.