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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
ABBA,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.