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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.