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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.