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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.