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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.