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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.