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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.