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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.