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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.