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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.