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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.