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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.