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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.