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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.