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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.