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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.