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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.