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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.