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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.