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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.