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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.