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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.