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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.