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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.