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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.