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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.