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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Visage,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.