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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.