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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.