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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.