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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Index,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.