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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.