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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.