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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.