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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Can,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.