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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Pole,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.