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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
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.