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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Can,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.