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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
UT,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.