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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Adolescents,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.