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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.