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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.