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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.