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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Visage,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.