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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Skaos,
Technova,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.