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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.