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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.