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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.