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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.