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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Brick,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.