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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
The Index,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.