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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.