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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The Martian,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.