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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Scion,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.