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 Cyprus 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.