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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.