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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.