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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Stooges,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.