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 Panama 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.