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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.