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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.