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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.