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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.