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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.