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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.