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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.