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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.