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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Smog,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.