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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.