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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.