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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.