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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
The Wake,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.