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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.