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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.