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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.