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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.