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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Gong,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.