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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.