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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.