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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.