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 Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.