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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Index,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.