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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.