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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.