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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.