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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.