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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.