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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Josef K,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Faust,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.