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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
UT,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.