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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.