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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.