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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.