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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.