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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.