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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.