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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.