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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.