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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.