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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.