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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.