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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.