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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.