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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.