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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.