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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.