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 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.