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 Botswana and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.