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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.